Zlaw’s Echo

Carla entered the hospital room with a cross look on her face. Frowning, lips pressed together, she went up to her fiancé and slapped him on the shoulder with her pair of gloves. “Ow!” he complained playfully. Laughing hurt a bit, with the few ribs he had cracked in the accident, but he managed. Most of the damage was with his right leg, which was in a cast and currently propped up. “Serves you right for being such an idiot!” she told him angrily, crossing her arms, now. “Would you please calm down? I ride a motorbike; it’s hardly bungee jumping.” “Calm down? Don’t tell me to calm down! Look at the state of you! Do you have any idea how much worse this could have been?” She gestured to him, lying there, with scratches on his temple and jaw, all bandaged up beneath his hospital gown. She wanted to be relieved that he was conscious and not permanently injured, but all she could think about was the fact that he could have been. She could not believe he even took the risk. “I broke...